Granted

I am not visible

in the apparent;

in what you see,

you will not see me.

 

I am hidden

in the vast open,

in minute miracles

you take for granted.

 

I am with you

and yet you take me

for granted, even when

you believe you don’t.

 

Yet, if you did not live

without seeing me,

would it not be

less miraculous?

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